Short Story - The Haunted House

27th Thurs daylight 2013\n haunt House\n\nIt was the first day of autumn, not so far a month away from my birthday I was quite ablaze as it was my 16th birthday. My parents headstrong to move house again, as they didnt like the neighbourhood. The untested house we moved in seems truly interesting and very superannuated. My new bedroom was in the attic.\nVery excited, I went to unpack my stuff. Soon as I entered in the house I had a feeling that I was not welcome, more all over I ignored it. I had the feeling that this house is our paradise everything was so fascinating and incredible until whizz darkness. I had my cup of white chocolate in my fall in and I decided to go to my bedroom to sleep because I was exhausted after school. That night the room felt real cold so I brought an extra blanket. It felt even weirder in the attic than nearly(prenominal) other room in the house. I woke up or so(prenominal) times at night barely able to breathe, with my blankets capt ive tightly around me. I was confused. I kept eyesight shadows out of the corner of my eye, but whenever I would look instantly at them, they would disappear. All the lights were flashing, and I could hear weird vo churls surround me. When in front of me appeared an old woman. My hands started shaking, I try to pull my blanket over me, but then everything all of a sudden stopped. My brother told me before that at night whenever he would get shoot down up to go to the rear end or put on a T-shirt he would feel someone smash his berm, now I knew what he was talking approximately. The next day I woke up and the building block room was rotating, I had a terrible headache. I walked down the creaking steps guardianship the railing firmly to cook sure I didnt fall. I flicked the light switch on and made myself some teatime to calm down.\nI drank the first cup of tea and decided to make some more. I was just about to pour in the change state water, when I felt something as c ool as ice rest on my shoulder; it sent chills through me. vindicatory to the right of me was the same women I...